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Saturday: the roundness of smoke and mirrors

at night, she talks to him about art
& poetry, he talked about Dr Who and Daleks
-                                what makes her go around.


she found circles in his pockets
a pen, some tobacco and filter tips and a love for Northern Soul.
maybe it's the saturday afternoon movie - The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie
that makes them chatter about old stars and accents.

finds her to be alive, amusing and in need-
likes the gaps in her psyche:
on reading Rimbaud to him
inside centuries of words lost upon the soles of her feet
she walks for miles across his spine and mind,


alone, is now a comfort
even when he calls from o'er th'ills
talks to her about spike and minnie and eccles. maybe the goons make her giggle.


I doubt whether anyone will know where the signals are
or if steam trains run on a sunday?


& when the ticket master shouts -    all aboard!
                                                she will jump the hot plate.





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  • RollingStone
    July 24

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    I really like how this poem reveals things about the characters thru tidbits and trivia that make everyone more interesting.

    and of course I love a poem about trains!!


  • silverfish
    July 21

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    o'er th'ills

    excavating down each layer of your poetry, like geological strata, reveals through imagery and style priceless artifacts of a beautiful life. which is another way of saying i dig this. man. – archeologfish


  • Suzanne Dia gold member
    July 17

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    I missed this one..
    love that you have bits of him in this
    but more than that, bits of you
    the quiet .. the peace of it

    and finally relief.


  • apples fell gold member
    July 15
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    This is still so hauntingly effective.

  • So glad things are 'alive' and moving and that you are moving with them...

    jumping and 'hot-plates' ... sometimes they're great for spitting on, so you can see the moisture jumping about and disappearing.

    Mmm, child-hood memories from South Wales

    Sol x


  • Rowan gold member
    July 13

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    You were born to write...
    just fantastic hon. I liked the second last stanza.
    Well I loved it all, but that line stood out. Bravo my friend. You sound happy.


  • smee5
    July 13
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    Just fab me lady!


  • Nicolette gold member
    July 13

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    I was looking forward to a new poem in the Book of Days series and of course you didn't disappoint, gilly.

    This is beautiful and it warms my heart to see the readiness to jump here, the road that you're walking with a smile again - and of course reading Rimbaud - again. Lovely poetry - you are such a natural poet, my friend.



    ~ Nicolette

  • Damn, that should have been three claps but I am exhausted (which was why originally there was no comment!) LOL



  • DogFish silver member
    July 12

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    When I peep through your windows, what the voices say isn't always clear to me, but I still can't help listening transfixed!

  • Yvette Champ
    July 12

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    Oh, this made me smile, her talking to him of artistry and his responding with science fiction!!! A tad unsure about the talks/talked, it seems as if this in the present tense in places and past in others, yet that may be intentional. I love that he finds all the naturalness and down to earth qualities of her and that they feel whoo-hoo, also loved all the pleasures mentioned from the things needed to make a rolly to laughter and anyone who appreciates the late,great Spike knows how to have a laugh. Ah, the roundness of your words circle the day with a sigh of satisfaction dearest poetess.


  • Lucy. gold member
    July 12

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    & when the ticket master shouts - all aboard!
    she will jump the hot plate.

    Love it.





    P.S. I miss you!


  • Cannonsfire silver member
    July 12
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    It just reminded me of that silly Jasper Carrot joke 'Everyone makes mistakes, said the Dalek as he climbed off the rubbish bin!' This is hopeful, reminiscent and a powerful statement of a woman beginning to take charge again, somehow I always knew she would. Love, C


  • apples fell gold member
    July 12

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    Poetry from you is like a fine day sitting underneath the lamp light of commonality. Sometimes poetry effects me in more than one way, this is that kind of work. I hope time is good to you Gillian. I read it a few times and nothing critical to mention. Very refined without being forceful. The beauty we find between the lines is the kind that lasts forever. Strongest part for me was the third stanza.

    Lovely Gill.

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  • stars and accents
    colors and their clouds
    trains that miss their stations
    clean irradiate
    immaculate claymores
    shout an éclair cake
    swallow clean the plate
    hot plated
    strawberry Rimbaud
    roses and chocolate


  • ArtFullyMe gold member
    July 12
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  • AJ Morelli gold member
    July 12

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    I like too much about this to even start mentioning them, but I will mention how much I enjoy everything you post here...

    wonderful stuff Gillian


    al


  • Cat gold member
    July 12
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    you are most often an excellent writer

    this is proof

    m

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